Rel Ahn-Dross
Berserker
Plexis
A world nestled close to the outskirts of Galactic Alliance territory, not quite on the border with the Galactic Empire but not terribly far either.
Known for its Spice Gangs and Weapon Smuggling it was yet another perfect example of a place where the Black Sun Crime Syndicate could rub elbows and create inroads to profit. Of course there was also the Zenowai Crime Society which had long standing ties to the underworld of Plexis but this was an inconvenience to a Syndicate that spanned entire sectors and stretched into the territories of other polities.
He'd come as an affiliate of the Black Sun. No one official, just a set of eyes and ears that were meant to watch the Spice Gangs and ascertain whether they'd be open to more lucrative overlords.
It had largely gone to plan until the Zenowai became aware ogf his presence. They'd sent assassins counting on subterfuge and numbers to fell the Berserker. It had been an underestimation as to who he was.
When the doors to the cantina opened wide Rel still had blood on his axe, the crescent blade swallowing it into the steel thanks to the sorcery imbued into by his sister @Cennika ahn-Dross.
He wasn't unscathed but the bruises that marked his features seemed to fade the deeper he moved into the cantina.
As he came closer to the bar Rel had noticed that the music had stopped, he could feel the eyes on him. It was nothing new, he was tall and broad shouldered; eyes always seemed to reach for him but just as soon the music started again. A Band playing in one dimly lit corner of the cantina where several patrons gathered.
Another individual sat at the bar, her back turned to him but easily recognizable by her feminine figure and the lengthy mane of dark brown hair that spread down her shoulders, across her back.
Rel came closer to her. Lifting his axe he'd set it down over the bar with an audible 'thud' implying its weight. Outfitted in an overcoat that did nothing to lessen the broadness of his physique, the light hinting at the faint metallic blue of his complexion he'd have leaned over the bar and turned his head to get a better look at this woman while asking...
"Buy you a drink?"
Valery Noble